2 Hours to Go on Thursday

Two hours before I need to get my butt on the highway to the community center to meet with the kids. I don't want to go. I would much rather get myself together--sort the papers that have to be graded; sort the laundry that has accumulated in misc. piles and baskets around the house; run the dishwasher; vacuum the living room; surf the internet for a good salmon recipe for tonight's dinner; compile a shopping list that will last A and I for the next week on thirty dollars; vacuum out the car, actually put on some makeup and iron some clothes (i.e. stop walking around like I'm either to preparing to or have just run a 5K (depending on if you're close enough to sniff my pits. Perhaps a bit of an exaggeration, but still admittedly gross).

Instead, I'm stuck on the phone with the DMV, trying to find out how to sell the Honda. For 275.00 I can get rid of it, baby--broken door locks, busted water pump, cracked head gasket and all. S.O. Asked if I was going to call around to see if I could get a better price. Uhhmm...No. In my face is the option of getting rid of the car today, vs. calling around, shelling out money to advertise in the paper, and still having the car hanging around like a rusty doppelganger...What would you do? Don't answer that. I should know how to sell the car but I don't...I mean, I know it involves a transfer of the title but beyond that I'm basically ignorant. However, with the phone lodged between ear and shoulder (15 minutes and counting), what better opportunity than to check in here?

I'm already thinking about how to spend the money. Summer clothes for A., a trip down to visit friends without having to take the cheap option for everything (i.e., "Ah, let's not go to Chuckie Cheese--the McDonald's playland is right across the street!")...some cash to get drycleaning done so I don't think I need to buy new clothes...and maybe a pair of cheap sandals. Already, that's stretching things a bit. But, I've just got off the phone. Take the title, the notice of security interest filing, and a bill of sale, get the cash, take the tags back to DMV, cancel the insurance.

I'm on my way. Chuckie Cheese and Payless here we come.